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Mr. Not Pumpky

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SIZE: S
COLOR: Space-Blood

Mr. Not Pumpky

Area: Daimon Castle
The mist thickens as Grae pushes deeper into the forest on his way to Daimon Castle.
Roots twist like claws, and then...there, between them, something glows.

A pumpkin?! A strange little relic, small yet impossibly vivid, its short vine curling like a beckoning finger.
The surface is carved with wicked sigils, each line pulsing with a faint green light that stains the fog.
Around it, sticky green slime drips down the bark and seeps into the soil, carrying a strange musk.

Grae’s breath hitches. He swears he hears it whisper...
“TRY ME.”
The words aren’t spoken, but they hum in his bones, a compulsion too strong to ignore.

He picks it up. The slime coats his fingers, slick and viscous, sliding down to his wrist.
By the time he lowers it, pressing the glowing plug between his cheeks, the warmth has already spread through his core.

Schlk… glrk…
The pumpkin ridges force their way in, stretching him wide, every carved line of the pumpkin rubbing, coaxing his body to squeeze down harder, then soothe with the slippery slime...

“Ah—ahhnn—fuck, it’s—hnnghh—”
Grae moans, chest heaving, slime dripping down his thighs.
Each pulse of the plug inside him makes his body clench and milk around it, as if the castle itself is pulling him deeper into its grasp.

He staggers, trembling, but the Mr. Not Pumpky Plug won’t release him.
Every step forward toward Daimon Castle, he feels it shifting inside him, the ridges dragging, the slick pumpkin surface sliding against him with each pace.
Every breath, every thrum of his pulse, the whisper grows louder in his skull…
TRY ME. AGAIN.

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